NOW everything is over, Dianne and Silvester are now living without worrying about death. But, it wasn't always so easy. When the public was informed of Dianne's reappearance, it was not taken lightly. Silvester had to represent her in court to fight for her freedom. It was difficult, but they managed to win. "Thank you." Her genuine appreciation made his heart feel at ease. This woman makes living fantastic despite the problems it installs. She makes his life filled with color and removes sorrows. Despite winning the case, some sacrifices needed to be made. Her company was taken away from her and there was nothing they could do. "I… Everything my parents have done is now in vain." Silvester was there throughout her struggles. Now, they need to start over. He felt nostalgic as he remembered the first time he met her again after so many years. He stumbled upon her with Rae, her then-boyfriend. Silvester and her did not end on great terms but seeing how drunk she was, all he could th
The day was early yet it looked as if the time was almost night. The hour was six in the morning yet the sky was dark and gloomy whilst the extreme breeze felt ice-cold. It wasn't a typical day, it was almost like the Gods were fighting up in the sky. The thunder echoed in the streets, lightning struck parts of the city, and the clouds were ready to pour out their frustration and cause trouble to the humans below. Near the top of a skyscraper, the office of a man named Silvester Creed stood. His eyes are intimidating with the color of the ocean as if the waves can be seen in his eyes. His hair is beautifully colored red like a cherry that compliments his pale skin. His nose is pointed and his jaw is sharp and his lips are juicy and kissable as they can get. A perfect man in a terrible world. He sighed heavily as he lo
3 years Later… On a cold night filled with the sound of the howling winds and the night owls, Silvester was walking around the city as he tried to find the culprit who killed his wife. Three years after her death, she was still not given justice. The case was dropped suddenly and he couldn't do anything to give his wife the justice she deserves. Despite being a lawyer, he is now carrying a gun behind his pocket as he silently scans people around. An anonymous man gave him the location of the culprit. Despite doubting the caller, he still agreed to go. This might be the only chance he can find the person behind the assassination. Wearing black genes and a dark blue hoodie, he followed behind people to see who looked suspicious enough that he would find them highly skeptical. If the culprit sees him, they'll surely tremble from guilt. He accidentally bumps into someone while walking. He s
"You're drunk," he uttered before pushing her back to the sofa. He sighed before standing up and messing his hair. This is bad.He looked down at Dianne who was clearly still under the influence. He shouldn't take advantage of her. A man should take care of a drunk woman, not take advantage of her.He left her there to get some spare clothes for her. After getting an oversized shirt and underwear for her, he returned to the living room but found no soul. He immediately started looking for her and upon entering the kitchen, he saw her throw a kitchen knife in his direction and he quickly dodged it as it hit the wall."He cheated on me!" She cried loudly as his heartbeat was rapid from almost getting pierced by a knife through his heart. He didn't know she had the skills of an assassin.She grabbed another knife and he ran to her and took all the knives away. "I hate… him
Dianne woke up with a massive headache due to drinking all night. Upon opening her eyes, she was horrified to see herself in a completely strange house. "Please, tell me it wasn't a one-night stand," she whispered under her breath. She took a deep breath and looked under the sheets and saw she was wearing different clothes. Her face suddenly became pale and she stood up from the bed, dizzy as fuck. She looked around the room and noticed it was an extravagant room, probably the master's bedroom. She took her phone and wallet on the side table. She gulped and breathed heavily before walking to the dresser where a picture frame is turned to the fall. She shakily grabbed it before turning it around before the shock made her fall to the ground. "Holy-" She covered her mouth in horror as she stared at the picture of her ex-boyfriend and his late wife, Chloe, in a happy portrait in Paris. She stood up from the ground as her heartbeat was rapid. She got out of the room and came face to
"Dye my hair red." Dianne looked in the mirror smiling to herself as she listened to the soft music in the background. The woman nodded before she let Dianne lay down to wash her hair first. It was a sunny day, the perfect day for a woman like her. She hates the mud, hates getting wet, and feels sad on a rainy day. Once her appointment was done, she looked at herself in the mirror with a smirk before looking at her red painted nails that are sharp enough to slice a man's neck. "Looks great," she said before handing the woman her credit card. She put her wavy long red hair behind her ears before another woman was sent to do her makeup. "I'm going on a… date," she explained and the hairstylist smiled. "Must be romantic," the woman commented with a giggle. "More like bloody," Dianne whispered and the woman's smile fell. "P-pardon?" Dianne ignored her before checking her phone. A show will begin in an hour, let it be brutal and bloody. Once she was ready, she put on a silk red dress
SILVESTER couldn't forget the way Dianne presented herself. Her red hair, ocean eyes, and tattoos on her back were something he could never forget. Marks of lashes are evident under the tattoos. Was she ever tortured? He closed his eyes as he imagined the tattoos again. They weren't merely accessories to her, she didn't just get them because she liked tattoos. But rather, she got them to cover the wounds of her past. "Who really are you, Dianne?" he asked himself as he stared at his ceiling. He splashed his face with water before he got ready. He put on his suit before fixing his tie. Is she really a secret agent? Should I tell this to the police? What if she's not? I'm an attorney, I can't let a criminal get their way, he thought to himself. But I also don't want her to get in trouble… he thought further. He sighed heavily, not knowing what to do. A knock on his door interrupted him and he went to check who it was. He looked through the peephole of his door and saw a man in a s
SOMEWHERE underground, the elites held a meeting to discuss the events that had happened. Since their spy has been caught, information can be extracted from him by the syndicate. "How can we be so sure that he won't give out information?" One of the men asked and murmurs around the room echoed. "We should send another person to finish him." Everyone nodded to the suggestion. "Now, who has summoned me from my sleep?" The elites looked at the entrance and there stood a woman with long blonde hair that reached her bottom wearing white pants and a blacktop. Everyone was silent as she walked to the front in her black high heels. She put her hair in a low bun as her blue eyes stared at everyone with a deadpan look. "We didn't know you would return," one of them commented with a surprised look. The woman smirked before leaning back. "I'm back in action, baby," she said with the most devilish grin as she thought of a plan to ruin their lives. "Send someone to the syndicate," she commanded